Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.